The idea of having no emotion is so robotic, it must defy all logic.
And yet, no one appears melancholic?
The emptiness in their eyes is becoming so hypnotic.
I sometimes wonder what animal I'd be,
One to fit that god awful personality.
This mind-fuck of a sociopathic utopia will haunt my nightmares.
But, in the end, who cares? (Not them.)
I guess it's just a fucked up movie about a man who wants to be a lobster when he dies.
